Rashid
I stabbed the key into the ignition of the golf cart and punched the accelerator down to the floor with my foot. It let out a strained whine before jolting forward and heading off down the terminal hallway.
Security had already radioed ahead of me, halting Lyla's plane from leaving the tarmac until I could get there and take her off of it. I didn't care how crazy it made me look, or if it delayed any flights around us. I wanted her back and I wasn't letting her leave without us actually having a proper goodbye.
Plus, sending her home on a commercial flight? An awful idea from Hafsa. What was she thinking?
Oh, right. Getting my mistress gone and out of the UAE before I could notice.
I shook my head. Once this was all over with, she and I would be having a long talk.
I slammed
